In Memory of Michael Jackson

The day of his death was warm, of course;

a day that stretched too long

and, when bad news rippled its curse,

it felled any chance of a song.

 

We love to peep into the lives of great

artists or, even worse,

ignore their performance until it’s too late

for a final note. Of course

 

the internet slowed on that day because

his talent had fuelled fame

and a martyr dropped in a moment’s rush

- a light put out of pain.

 

The earth’s core ached for weeks, days, hours:

he connected us all, of course.